Raw tape music made in the most unsophisticated way. H.Ö.H bypasses any "artistic" associations that usually plague these jams with boring concepts and goes straight into the texture of the ferric tape. Most of the time Palava Kuljettaja is drenched in shortwave signals, but the rudimentary loops and their abrupt stops are the stars of the show. In a different setting, I would be saying that the whole thing sounds like a Conet Project remix by William Burroughs, but Finns do it better anyway.

The follow-up of Mardrömd Dödsström is a bottomless pit of sonic gunk, a sticky unidentified substance poured inside your tape deck. Flugornas Herrar means 'The Lord Of The Flies' in swedish, so you better prepare yourself for some serious occult-ridden death industrial of the highest order. Each track bleeds into the next and you can actually hear their undercurrents beneath the murk, if you're not locked into a random tribal rhythm or a dying synth pattern that managed to escape from the thick textures. These are the outer reaches of psychedelic music, albeit an inwards-looking one.

Cruise (Force The Truth)

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